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daylight_darknight) wrote2010-03-13 11:49 pm
daylight_darknight) wrote2010-03-13 11:49 pm
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Captain Beaky
My wonderful father, who has been changing all his LPs into MP3s, gave me a copy of our old Captain Beaky albums which I've been spending a lot of time listening to. This is my favourite song from that.
My Best Friend
by Jeremy Lloyd
Save for the humming of the bees
And raindrops falling through the trees
The wood was silent as a grave
While shafts of sunlight made a brave attempt to pierce the velvet gloom
As lonely as an empty room
Alone was I but not afraid
The friend I'd been with must have strayed
For though I called no answer came
And so I called and called again
Still no answer came
And so I played a splendid game
In the bracken wet and thick
With my favourite walking stick
And then a voice called out quite near
"Oh there you are old chap, come here."
And sitting there upon a log, was my best friend
Who said "Good dog."
My Best Friend
by Jeremy Lloyd
Save for the humming of the bees
And raindrops falling through the trees
The wood was silent as a grave
While shafts of sunlight made a brave attempt to pierce the velvet gloom
As lonely as an empty room
Alone was I but not afraid
The friend I'd been with must have strayed
For though I called no answer came
And so I called and called again
Still no answer came
And so I played a splendid game
In the bracken wet and thick
With my favourite walking stick
And then a voice called out quite near
"Oh there you are old chap, come here."
And sitting there upon a log, was my best friend
Who said "Good dog."